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While this scene is proceeding in the Tower, another is going on in the king's apartment, from which we have been kept. But the imagination is not limited ; and we can still be witnesses of the latter : king Edward on his couch is surrounded by his queen and her kindred, by Hastings, Buckingham, and others of his court : Gloster has not yet entered: the king speaks : (K. Edward.] Why, so :-now have I done a good day's
Continue, peers, in this united league: (work:
peace, Now I have made my friends at peace on earth. There wanteth but our brother Gloster here
To make our circle blessed and complete. [Buckingham.] And in good time, my liege, here comes the
[duke. [Gloster.] Good morrow to my sovereign king, and brother :
And princely peers, a happy time of day! [K. Edward.] Happy, indeed, as we have spent the day :-Brother, we have done deeds of charity,
of enmity, and love of hate,
Among this princely troop, if any here,
Of you, lord Rivers,-and, lord Grey, of you,
I thank my God for my humility! The queen comes forward, and gives her hand to Gloster with much alacrity, while she speaks : [Q. Elizabeth.] A holiday shall this be kept hereafter:
I would to heaven all strifes were thus compounded !
Gloster prevents the king's reply by speaking first. [Gloster.] Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this,
That you should choose the time of sweet forgiveness
Who knows not that the gentle duke is dead ? They all start, turn pale, and look at each other with affright, while the king exclaims, [K. Edward] Who knows not he is dead! who knows he What, if I sign’d a warrant, did I not
[is ? Reverse the order ? sign’d I not a pardon ? (Gloster.] But he, poor man, by your first order died,
Which by some winged Mercury was borne,
Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did! [K. Edward.] Ah, wretched that I am, and full of sorrow!
What, can my tongue give pardon to a slave ?
But now, and one of you was at my feet,
soul did forsake The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me? Who came and told me that, at Tewkesbury, When Oxford had me down, he rescued me, And said, “ Dear brother, live, and be a king ?” Who told me, how he wrapp'd me in his garments Giving himself unto the numb cold night, What time we lay upon the battle field, Frozen almost to death? All this, from my remembrance, brutish wrath Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you Had so much
grace to put it in my mind :
you, and mine, and yours, for this. Come, Hastings, help me to my closet :-Oh, Poor Clarence !
THE ARTS OF THE PROTECTOR, RICHARD DUKE OF GLOSTER, TO
OBTAIN THE CROWN DURING THE SHORT REIGN OF EDWARD
BY SCENES SUPPOSED TO OCCUR IN LONDON,
HISTORICAL MEMORANDA. Young Edward was at Ludlow with his maternal uncle Rivers when his father died. This was April 9, 1483. Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan, accompanying the prince toward London, were arrested on the way, and sent to Pomfret Castle. Edward made his entry into London on the 4th of May; and his reign terminated by the proclamation of the duke as king, on the 25th of June.
Young Edward having reached London from Ludlow, we may imagine a public place just on his entrance into the city, at which he is received by the Protector and a train of noblemen; also by cardinal Bourchier, archbishop of Canterbury, and the lord mayor, with a train of Alder
[Gloster.] Welcome, my royal cousin, welcome hither!
We a’re all right glad to see you. Look, my lord,
And bless your grace with health and happy days. [K. Edward V.] I thank them, and I thank you all, my lords. [Gloster.] My gentle cousin,
The weary way hath made you melancholy. [K. Edward.] No, uncle; but our crosses on the way
Have made it tedious, wearisome and heavy :
I want more uncles here to welcome me. [Gloster. ] Sweet prince, the ’untainted virtue of your years
Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit:
[are none. [K. Edward.] Heaven keep me from false friends! but they
I thought my mother and my brother York
Would long ere this have met us on the way. [Gloster.] My royal cousin,
Heaven knows on what occasion,—I do not,-
Or he shall pluck him from her arms perforce. [Car. Bourchier.] My lord protector, if that my weak oratory
Can, from his mother, win the duke of York,
Of blessed sanctuary.-I go, my liege. [K. Edward.] Good cardi'nal, make all speedy haste you may.
Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come,
Where shall we sojourn till our coronation ?
May I advise you, sir, some day or two
best health and recreation. [K. Edward.] I do not like the Tower,—but as you please.
Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord ? [Gloster.] He did, my gracious lord, begin that place,
Which since succeeding ages have re-edified. [K. Edward.] Is it upon record ? or else reported ? [Gloster.] It is upon record, my gracious cousin.